Best Den Poems
Deep in the Canadian wilderness she gave birth to four pups,
It was a large dug out hole at the base of a tangled tree;
Her mate for life was out hunting with the pack for deer or elk,
Some wolves remained to protect and guard her.
She was a mottled grey and resembled a domestic dog,
Perhaps a german shepherd or a sled dog but much bigger;
Her paws were huge and she had thick fur to protect her in the cold
But she was so gentle with the pups snuggling them.
As dusk fell she heard her mate's mournful howls in the distance,
She knew his howls, growls and barks from all others;
They were mated for life and this was their first litter of pups,
The pups were blind and defenceless without her.
The pack had been more than thirty-eight wolves until recently,
But farmers had trapped, shot and poisoned many in fear;
And trappers had killed others for their beautiful thick fur,
So these pups were so important to the packs future.
And then he was there in the den with her and nuzzled her neck,
He was taller than she and stronger a truly majestic creature;
Crouching with his ears straightened his facial expression was love,
She moved over so he could join them and all was peace.
In the forest den . . .
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April 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/In The Forest Den
Copyright Protected, ID 04-659-015-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 100 In A Row - 5
sponsor, PD, Judged
Seventh Place
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Written for the Premier contest, Canis Lupus the Wolf,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 06/2015
First Place
Hate is such a strong word
Much mental anguish will be incurred
Maintaining this painful thought
Is a long way from hitting the jackpot
This place which I spend most of the day
Makes me want to breakaway
Leave this mundane office with no daylight
Escape from the hustle of the bull fight
A place where silence is king
My stress will release like a coil spring
A few moments of empty brain space
Will give me a chance to try and erase
The misery of the place I call work
I will be standing there with a smirk
Watching the next poor crew of work men
Walking into the lion’s den
I can relate to Daniel and the lion’s den. That’s the name my mom named me when I was born with sin. My mom named me that name in the Bible. She saw that it came from God’s word which is reliable. Daniel is very humble. He reminds me of me even when I stumble. He has dreams and visions. Life for Daniel those times were many thoughtful decisions. Daniel has a big heart of joy. My heart is so big that it can fill poor kids with so many toys. Daniel stood up for what he believed. I also put all my burdens towards God and now I am relieved. God talks through me through Daniel. I remembered when a child of God told me to read the book of Emanuel. For me I locked up all my sins in the Lion den.Coming to our lord and savior Jesus Christ is a win win. I am a true Child of our lord. Until that day comes I will meet Daniel up in Heaven’s core.
Daniel In the Lion’s Den
Daniel was one of three administrators
Who ruled over 120 satraps
Appointed by King Darius
Who agreed to important edicts
One of these edicts
Was a public decree
That no worship was possible
Unless to Darius on bended knee
So when Daniel was found
To pray three times per day
To his God in heaven
As a crime was portrayed
So reluctantly King Darius
Ordered Daniel to the lions’ den
But God sent an angel
To close the lions’ mouths again and again.
At the first light of dawn
The King called to Daniel in anguish
For he hadn’t slept all night
He feared that Daniel would perish
But when Daniel told him
“Not one lion has harmed me”
The King was overjoyed that Daniel’s God
Preserved Daniel to be set free.
Those who had falsely accused Daniel
Were thrown to the lions instead
The king and his subjects were ordered to worship
Daniel’s God as their head
What a mighty witness
To a pagan king
Daniel trusted his God
Through this trial he'd bring.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
A rascal up north, poet Ken,
had retired one night to the den.
He woke to the stares
of six angry bears
and fought them all off with his pen.
for the 'Sencleri-limoku' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
Daniel, a man who loved to pray
despite the law to worship Darius as King
would not be moved from His sovereign
faithful He was standing on to bring
Three times every day Daniel prayed
giving thanks to God for HIs goodness
this news was told to the King
forcing the Kings' hand ultimately to press
The King was much distressed concerning Daniel
He sought to rescue him but had to act by law
so the King spoke, Daniel may your God deliver you
then went to His palace fasting, no sleep he saw
Early the next day the King went to see
crying to Daniel has God delivered you?
Daniel spoke of God's angel came to help
closed the lion's mouth fast shut so to do
Daniel's God is the living true God
enduring always for never to end
in heaven and earth works wonders and signs
saving Daniel from the plight of the lion's den
( THis is written looking at the plight of Daniel being in the Lion's den, showing his faith in trusting in God through it all.)
Fox resting in den
houses being built each day
fox finds a new home.
Written 5-25-11
Im frühen Morgenlicht
Der Tau auf hellen Gräsern
So einsam leuchtend
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Early morning light
The dew on bright shiny grass
So solitary shining
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En la luz de la mañana
El rocío sobre la hierba clara
Tan solo está brillando
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_________Kirschblüten/Cherry Blossoms/Flores del Cerezo
Die rosa Kirschblüten
Sanft fällt von kleinen Zweigen
Am stillen Nachmittag
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The pink cherry blossoms
Gently falls from tiny branches
On a quiet afternoon
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Rosa flores del cerezo
Caídan suave de las pequeñas ramas
En la trade silenciosa
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____________Blauer Duft/Blue Fragrance/ El Aroma Azul
Kleine Lavendelblüten
Der blaue Duft aus dem Grün
Lockt Hummeln herbei
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Tiny lavender flowers
The blue fragrance from the greens
It lures the bumblebees
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Pequeñas flores de lavanda
El aroma azul del verde
Atraen los abejorros
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________________Nachtgebet/Night Prayer/Oración Nocturna
In ihrer stillen Kammer
Versunken im Nachtgebet
Das alte Mütterchen
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In her silent chamber
Immersed in a night prayer
The little old woman
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En su habitación tranquila
Inmerso en la oración de la noche
La pequeña viejita
Perhaps we have loved before
in the Lupanar of Pompei
goddess of Priapus
the overseer
of the fertile garden
commanded me.
We perspired upon pillows
stuffed with reeds
feathers and straw
most unwitting lady
whispered to me
"You will be Priapus!"
Content within you
likeness of dedicated fruit
made love into real fruit
worn lascivious acts
woman of well-borne grapes
dark skinned lady enraged with lust.
Stars may rise and set
but the light within us has set
night becomes one long dream
I now desire for 1000 more kisses
dark goddess of Priapus
from where Romulus and Remus
suckled the milk of the she-wolf...
He roars from the distance, instilling in everyone, terror and fear
Approaching stealthily, though unseen, somehow you sense he's near.
Then, in an incomprehensible instant of time, before you can react
The lion lunges at you, the unwary prey, in an outrageous attack.
The roar is intentional, skillfully utilized, to inspire fear, to paralyze
Shaking, quaking, fearing imminent death, the hopeless ones realize
The time has come, ready or not, for their premature earthly demise
Perhaps unaware, that God has prepared for all, an earthly paradise.
The lion is a beast, an enraged animal, with an insatiable appetite
Targeting humanity, especially the innocent, inexperienced in the fight
Hatred and extremism, promulgated by evil men, wicked schemes roar
Propaganda machine running full steam operators tabulating the score.
Wicked people brutalizing others, committing atrocities are inhumane
Deceived human agents of a malevolent unseen lion who's gone insane
This diabolical lion, is on the prowl, ever watchful, seeking to devour prey
Righteous humans will survive unharmed, if they humbly seek God and pray.
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015
Back in my hole in the back of the den
racking up souls with every heart that I spend
Laughing at those birdies floating far far away
half in astral detentions known to scar and fillet
Compacted in thy dirt, I’m comfortable in failure
It’s only after that I’ll hurt, for during I’m the sailor
mapping out tides I’ll avoid any turn
crashing into the same bridges that I’ve already burned
Back then my den was smaller and included
facts to save myself from the loneliness precluding
any ambition to pursue the wildest dream
or any mission of love, unrealistic though they may seem
They fashioned for me a reason to keep
myself trapped wholly deep thinking I needed the key
Some intangible force to unlock my own life
Some box of remorse I deserved from that wife
Soon I’ll dig myself out from this den
I’ll reclaim my soul and fill my heart with it again
The den of the unknown
I Dine with the devils
I eat with the demons
Then I drink with satan
But
I never realise I was a saint
Till I knew the unknown in
The Den of the unknown
The Bronx Zoo has a monorail
I’ve ridden many times.
It takes you into “Asia”
And the natives of its climes.
Passing elephants and rhinos
It has shuttled folks for years,
As they’ve watched amazing creatures,
Safely sitting on their fears.
But last week, just as the monorail
Approached the tiger’s den,
Someone leaped out past the fences,
The most foolish of all men.
A tiger from Siberia,
Four hundred pounds and fierce,
Was upon him in an instant
And those teeth had lots to pierce.
The keepers came and saved the man.
The tiger’s life was spared;
It merely did the job for which
Its nature was prepared.
The jumper wanted to be “one”
With that majestic beast.
I guess he didn’t realize
He’d be viewed as quite a feast.
Though animals amaze us
With their beauty and their grace,
More often I’m astounded
By the crazy human race!
Give me poetry, women, wine
Let me dine
Kiss the king
Cause this is my castle
And I am the k...g
I am gonna feast
Like kings and queens
I am on poetic ride
Give me couple of drinks
And I am gone
Come, feast with a poet
Don't spoil it
Part on!! Party on!!
Let me take you to the other
side
Show you the light
To the deep dark pleasures
That nothing can give a
measure
So you better act nice
I might give you a chance
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